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THE NEW PET, 





DONG 


BELL 


BY 

MARY D. 


BRINE 


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AUTHOR OF “the MERRY GO-ROUND,” “ JINGLES AND JOYS,” “ PAPA’S LITTLE 
DAUGHTERS SERIES,” “STORIES GRANDMA TOLD.” ETC., ETC. 



CASSELL & COMPANY, Limited, 

739 & 741 BROADWAY, NEW YORK. 


31 1886 


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Copyright, 

1886, 

By O. M, DUNHAM 


Press of W. L. Mershon & Coi 
Rahway, til A 


THE JINGLE BOOK. 


O, COME, and see our Jingle Book ! 

Our Jingle Book ! Our Jingle Book ! 

O, little people far and near, 

Do at its pages look ! 

You’ll laugh and laugh, I know you will 
And laughter does all sorrow kill ; 

So hasten, children, never fear. 

But you will find amusement here. 



The Book was written just for you. 

And you have nothing else to do 
But read and laugh, and laugh and read. 

And all the fun you’ll ever need 

You’ll find within the Jingle Book, 
When once you come and take a look. 
The Jingle Book ! The Jingle Book ! 
Come, children, at its pages look ! 


“CATCH IT IF YOU CAN! 




“ Bow-wow-wow,” says doggie, 

“ Meow, meow,” says the cat. 
“ Da-da-da,” — laughs baby. 

And — that’s the end of that. 


Catch it if you can now. 
Jump, and jump so high ; 
Surely you and pussy 
Will catch it by and by. 


Baby at the window. 

Puss and dog below. 

One of them enjoys it. 
Playing ball, I know. 



“WHERE’S MOTHER!” 

“ Where’s mother ? ” asks the birdies, 
“We are afraid oi you / 

Go off, for with our nest 

You have nothing, miss, to do.” 


HERE THEY COME! 


THERE THEY GO! 



Here we are : what do you say ? 
Don’t you think we’re fine to-day ? 
She’s my sister — I’m her brother, 
And she hasn’t any other. 



Off we go — so good bye ! 

If you miss us, do not cry. 

We may come again some day, 
When a longer while we’ll stay. 



‘‘THE ICE IS MELTED.” 

The ice is melted? so it is, 

O, doleful chap with doleful phiz ! 
Well, never mind, next year, perhaps. 
You’ll have a skate with other chaps. 



SAILOR BOY. 

Sailor boy, sailor boy what do you see ? 

“ A ship on the ocean belonging to me ?” 
Sailor boy, sailor boy, where is it going ? 

“ That, my dear sir, is what I would be 
knowing.” 




WHEN MY SHIP COMES HOME. 

“When my ship comes home from sea, 

I wonder what ’twill bring to me ! ” 

“ Gold and silver, never fear. 

And we’ll buy some candy then, my dear.” 




THE SNOWBALL AND TOMMY. 

The snowball and Tommy, 

One winter’s day. 

Went up on the hill 
For a merry play. 

“ Come on ! ” said the Snowball, 

“ Follow me ! ” 

“ I will ! ” laughed Tommy, 

Chuck full of glee. 


The hill was steep, and the snowball grew 
So tired of play, and of Tommy, too. 

That it suddenly turned, and down the hill 
Pushed poor little Tommy with right good will. 
“ Come on ! ” cried Tommy, “ follow me ! ” 

“ I will ! ” said the snowball, icily. 




I LOVE HER— SHE LOVES ME. 

Love her ? yes, of course I do ! 

She’s my sister, that is why ; 

I am always happier, too, 

When my darling Lou is by. 

I love her, and she loves me ! 

Merrily the live-long day, 

Sharing with our toys and books. 

She and I together play. 


THE LITTLE MAY-QUEEN. 

O, THE merry sunbeams ! O, the merry sight ! 

Little lads and lassies ’neath the sunshine bright ! 

On the throne of daisies, blossoms in her hair, 
Laughing ’mid her blushes, sits the May-queen fair. 
O’er the sunny meadow, clover-blossoms grow. 

Thro’ the nodding grasses, spring-time zephyrs blow ; 


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Buttercups and daisies lift their pretty heads. 

And watch the violets peeping from their fragrant beds. 

O, the merry May-time, with its charming hours ! 

With its skies so tender, and its dainty flowers ! 

Dance away, my children, round your little queen. 

May’s bright birth-day honor with a dance upon the green. 
O, the little May-queen ! 

All too shy to say 

How she enjoys the honor of being “ Queen of May ! ” 


HOW IT BEGAN. 



She only wanted a drink, you see, 

For she was thirsty as she could be. 

She couldn’t wait for help, oh no ! 

For waiting would be so very slow. 

So into the pan her head she dipped, 
And on the floor her little foot slipped. 

And, little folks, if you care to know 
Just how it ended, — look below. 


HOW IT ENDED. 


“ Oh, won’t somebody please come quick ? 
I’m all upset, and I feel so sick ! 

“ The pan was big, and while I was drinking. 
My foot, before I was even thinking, 

“ Went speedily up, as my head went down, 
And the milk pan tilted over my crown ; 



“And oh, dear me ! I feel so sick ! 

Won’t somebody take the pan off — quick ! 

“ When I am thirsty again, you’ll see, 

I’ll ask mamma if she’ll please help me; 

“And I’m very sure that I will not slip. 
And into a pan my whole head dip. 



For I’ll take my milk in my own glass cup, 
And keep myself carefully — right side up'd 


-UP-A-DAISY. 



Up-a-daisy ! see him come ! 

Dear little man ! 

Up-a-daisy, one step more, 

Fast as he can. 

Going down may easier be, 

But climbing tip is best. 

And when the very top you gain. 
Then, baby, take a rest. 

So up-a-daisy, one step more. 

Dear baby-man. 

Give sister both his chubby hands, 
She’ll help him all she can. 





“LET GO!” 

“ Let go of me 1 let go, I say ! 

Won’t some one call the dog away ? ” 

No, naughty boy, you teased young Jack, 

And Rover, for it, pays you back. 

No wonder master Jackie there. 

So little for your plight can care ! 

If you had not hurt Jackie so, 

The dog would have been kind, you know. 
But boys who evil do, are sure 
To meet at last a wholesome cure. 


MAMMA AND HER FAMILY. 



Now you’re washed and dressed so fine, 
And in the sky the sun does shine, 

So we will take a little walk 
And of our own affairs we’ll talk ; 

In spite of all you make me do, 

I’m glad, my children dear, for you. 


O, MY children, can’t you see 
What dreadful care you are to 
me ? 

I have to wash you every day. 

And don’t have half my time for 
play: 

You are so dirty, children dear. 

I’ll never you washed, I fear. 





SO THEY SAY. 

There’s something over the other side. 
So they say, so they say ; 

And all the children climbed the fence 
The other day, the other day ; 

I’m sure I don’t know what they found. 
But probably only trees and ground. 


LITTLE GRANDMAMMA. 


Hallo, my little grand- 
mamma ! 

What are you doing 
there ? 

Your cap and spectacles 
make you 

Quite ancient, I de- 
clare. 

But pray, where are 
your wrinkles ? 

Tm ready to believe 

For all your quaint ap- 
pearance 

You’re planning to 
deceive. 

Your dimples are too 
merry, 

Your eyes too blue 
and clear. 



To make you altogether 

A “ Grandmamma,'* 
my dear. 

Throw off your cap and 
glasses. 

Put off that look de- 
mure. 

As just my little mis- 
chief 

I’ll like you best. I’m 
sure. 

We’ll save the cap, my 
darling, 

Until some day you 
are 

Grown very gray and 
wrinkled 

A “ truly ” Grand- 
mamma. 



THE HAY-FIELD. 

Dear little May 
In the hay-field at play. 
Busy and happy 
This glad sunny day. 
Arms full of hay. 

Heart full of glee. 

Oh what a glad little 
Girlie is she ! 




“PEEK-A-BOO!" 

“Peek-a-boo! \ you f 
Pussy cat, oh, peek-a-boo ! " 

“ Peek-a-boo ! how do you do ? 
Little girl, I see you too ! " 

“ Pussy, will you come and play 
Hide and seek with me to-day?" 
“ Pll be with you in a trice 
After I have caught some mice." 


SLEEPY TIME. 


Because the little lambs have gone 
To sleep so long ago, 

And every little bird has flown 
Safe to its nest, you know ; 
Should not my little lambkin hie 
To the sweet land of 
Lullaby ? 


Because the merry day is gone. 

And twilight shadows fall. 

And the bright sun has said good-night. 
To lambs, and birds, and all ; — 
Should not my birdie seek his nest, 

And thro’ the night-time sweetly rest ? 
Lullaby ! 



Because a snowy little crib. 

With pillow soft and white, 

Is waiting for a little head. 

With curls so golden bright ; — 
Should not a little head I know. 
Straightway to that white pillow go ? 
Lullaby ! 


Because Mamma is waiting, too. 

To sing her Lullaby, 

And the Dream Angels wait to close 
Each blue and sleepy eye ; — 
Should not this darling boy of mine 
To Dreamland go till sunbeams shine? 
Lullaby ! 



PLAYING “HORSIE." 


O WHAT fun on a summer’s day, 

Three little folks and a doggie at play ! 
Jack, and Jennie, and baby Jim, 

And little bob-tailed, shaggy-haired Tim ! 

Down the lane, and away they go ! 

Jack is the racing horse, you know ; 
Jennie’s the wagon, stout and strong, 

And Jim’s the driver with whip so long. 


Kind little sister with brothers two. 

Ready always her share to do. 

In the merry playtime, helping along 
With love and sunshine the days so long. > 

Whoa ! now, horsie ! so fast you go, 

You’ll soon be running away, I know; 

And O, if your wagon you should upset. 
What a terrible fright your driver will get \ 





THE CHASE. 


Here and there, and everywhere, 
Up the loft, and down the stair. 
Past the barrel, past the broom, 

. I Now in shadow, now in gloom ; 

Till at last in John’s big boot 
Mousey finds a place to suit. 

In she creeps from puss to hide. 
Pussy’s mouth is open wide ; 

Quick, oh, quick she follows after ; 
Mousey nearly bursts with laughter, 
For a hole yawns in the toe. 

And out of it does mousey go ; 

And while pussy sticks there fast, 
Little mouse escapes at last. 



MAMMA’S SLEEPY-HEADS. 

Tired ! tired ! tired ! Tired with their play ! 

Tired of the sunshine, tired of the day ! 

Come, mamma, and kiss them ; little sleepy-heads ! 
Call good nurse to get them ready for their beds. 
Take away their dollies, take away their toys. 

Such a little lot of sleepy girls and boys ! 


BABY LOST! 


Lost, a little blue-eyed 

girl, 

With sunny hair all 
over curl. 

Little figure, dainty 
sweet. 

Little, toddling, rest- 
less feet. 

Lost 1 a baby ! 

Lost I Lost ! Lost I 

A darling little baby 1 



Up and down the lone- 
ly street. 

Go the tender bab)' 
feet. 

Oh ! how many baby 
sighs' 

Fill with tears the baby 
eyes, 

Oh I poor baby ! 

Lost ! Lost ! Lost ! 

A darling little baby 1 


Where, oh ! where are mamma’s arms, 
To shield her baby from alarms ? 

Ah, mamma is coming fast 
To find and hold her pet at last. 

Cheer up, baby I 



“WHO’S AFRAID?” 


Who cares for you, you ain’t any use ! 

You’re nothing at all but only a goose ! 

“ Only a goose ? Well, what are you ? 

By the looks of your faces, you’re both geese, too ! 
O, quack, quack, quack ! 

That’s all you can say. 

But I wish you would waddle 


Another way. 

“Well, then, I’ll go, good-bye, good-bye. 
If I’m only a goose don’t cry, don’t cry ! ” 



“O, YOU PRETTY SHEEP!” 

O, YOU pretty, pretty sheep 1 what do you do all day ? 

“ Nothing, little lady, but roam the fields, and play.” 

But when it rains, what do you do ? “We huddle ’neath the trees. 
And when the sun shines out too warm, ’tis there we get the breeze.’* 
O, pretty sheep ! O, white, white sheep, I wish I were a lamb ! 
“That’s quite a compliment. I’m sure ; we thank you kindly, Ma’am ! 


ON THE FENCE. 



Three little people 
on the fence. 
“Hi! Betty Mar- 
tin ! 

If you are goin’ to 
London town, 
Its time you were 
a startin’ ! 

See, Sammie at 
The swallov/s 
stares ! 

For London town 
He little cares. 

So, Betty Martin, you 
and I, 

Will just slip off quite 
on the sly, 

Eh, Betty Martin?” 


Three little people on the fence. 

“ Hi ! Betty Martin I 
The owner ’ll come and pack you hence. 

O-o-oh ! Betty Martin ! 

If you are going to London town, 

Do be a startin’ ! ” 


So off they went to London town. 
While Sammie little knew it. 

But they were sad 
When he got mad, 

And cried, “ How could you do it ?” 


IT RAINS! 





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O, DEAR, O, dear, what shall I do ! 

The rain rains fast, and will wet me thro’ ! 
And my umbrella is nice and new ! 

The rain will surely spoil it, too ! 

I wish the drops were light and few. 

O, my ! I’m in a regular stew ! 

It’s all very well for folks to say “ pooh ! 
The rain won’t harm a snip like you.” 

But I feel, I know. I’ll be wet — boo — hoo ! 
It rains ! it pours ! what shall I do ! 




FINE ARTS. 



Seven young artists as busy as bees, 

Painting portraits, and figures, and houses, and trees, 
All growing so famous that no one may know 
How soon o’er the world their renown shall go ! 
Seven young artists ! O dear ! O dear ! 

They’re too smart for a person like me, I fear ! 



A DAY’S FROLIC. 

In the meadows at play. 

On a summer’s day ! 

O ! children know how 
To be happy and gay. 

The skies are so blue, 

And their hearts are so true. 

They’re sure to be happy 
Whatever they do. 

And O ! it is fun on a beautiful day 

To go out to the meadows and frolic and play. 


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TWO FRIENDS. 


The nicest dog that ever could be, 
Belongs to dear little Bessie Lee. 

He’s always glad her face to see, 

And barks for “ how do you do ! ” 
Wherever she goes, he thinks, you know. 
That that is the place where he should go. 
And wagging his short tail to and fro. 
Barks, “ / am the boy for you !” 



A SAILOR’S KISS. 

Heigh-o ! little sis ! 

Give, oh, give me a sailor’s kiss. 
Oh dear me ! oh dear me ! 

How heavy a little sis can be ! 
Guess you weigh almost a pound. 
When I lift you off the ground. 
Give me another sailor’s kiss. 

And ril drop so heavy a little sis. 



BAKING DAY. 

There is company coming to-day, you see, 

And our cooks are as busy as they can be. 

But the dinner’ll be spoiled between all three. 
What they are cooking I do not know, 

But I guess they are roasting an onion or so ; 
They’ll know more, I think, when they older grow. 



GALLANTRY. 

Once there was a little lad. 
Long ago ! Long ago ! 

He had a copper cent to spare. 
You must know, you must 
know. 



This little lad, to tell the truth. 

Was a most open-handed youth, 
And when he at the store did meet 
A little lass with face so sweet. 

Not long and idly did he stand. 

But in his pocket dipped his hand. 
And to the lass he said, said he, 
“/’// buy the treat for you and me.” 


Then said the lass, “ If that be true. 

I’ll take some pep’mints, thanks to you!” 
Then hastened in the lad to try 
How much his copper cent would buy. 
Came out again with smiling air. 

The snowy peppermints to share. 

His copper cent was gone, but then, 

The happiest he, of little men. 







FLOWERS. 

Flowers, flowers all a-bloom, 

Tie them up together. 

Oh, what a joy to gather them 
In the sweet June weather ! 
Make mamma a nosegay sweet ; 

It will give her pleasure. 

We should give our dear mamma 
Without stint or measure. 

All the love our hearts can hold— 
Love which never can grow cold. 



“SO RICH!” 


Let me see, let me see ! 

If papa gives a cent to me, 

And mamma gives me three, no more. 

Why then, why then I shall have four. 

And if my Uncle Hal says, “Wait, 

Here’s four more for him I” I’ll have eight. 
And then how very rich I’d be 
If sister’d add eight more — for me ! 




FEEDING THE CHICKIES. 

I GAVE them all their breakfast, 

You should have seen them run ! 

O, sissie, I can tell you 
’Twas the best kind of fun 
To see old Mistress Speckle 
Rush up and grab the corn. 

And when the others came, ho, ho. 

It every bit was gone. 

But I gave ’em all their breakfast, and if some didn’t catch it, 

It was only just because they weren’t quick enough to snatch it. 


“MY FAMILY!" 

O, CHILDREN, look and 
see, 

These all belong to me ! 

Two white, and one black 
kitty ; 

Now aren’t they dear and 
pretty ? 

And see the pretty mother 
cat, 

I feed her well, and make 
her fat. 



We like to walk together, 
In sunny, pleasant weather; 
I like to play that I’m 
mamma. 

And these my cunning 
children are ; 

But puss will tell 

I treat her well 
And that is why, you see, 
My kitties, puss, and I, are 
such 

A happy family. 


We love to go to Grandpa’s 
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O yes, indeed we do I 
For there we have such jolly 
times. 

And grandpa helps 
too ; 

And grandma makes 
cookies sweet. 

And lets us eat, 
day. 

And never scolds us for the dirt 
That she must clear away. 

We chase the hens and chickens all 
About the farm, you know. 

And ride old Dobbin’s back, when to 
The mill he has to go ; 


And when we climb the 
trees, and tear 
Our clothes, why, even 
then 

Dear grandma laughs, and 
only says, 

“ Boys will be boys, not 
men ! " 

And if we fall and hurt our- 
selves. 

She’ll kiss the tears away. 
And somehow helps us laugh again. 
And start once more at play. 

O, grandpa’s house is nicer far 
Than other houses are, 

Because it holds dear grandpa. 

And our darling grandmamma ! 





“THE WAY THE GIRLS DO." 

“ This is the way the girls do,” says roguish Master Ned, 

As he ties his sister’s bonnet on his curly, nodding head. 

“ This is the way the girls do ; they simper, fuss, and prink ; 
But to be a boy, and wear a cap, is nicer fun, / think.” 


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RECOGNITION. 




“ Those eyes have 
glared at me 
From off a fence, I’m sure. 

And oh, and oh, the scratches 
That cat’s made me endure ! ” 

“ Meow, meow ? ” “ Bow, wow ! ” 


{Cat^ 

“ I THINK I’ve seen 
that face — 

In fact — I’m sure one 
night. 

It was that very dog 
That gave me such a 
fright.” 

{Dog>, 



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BABY TAKES A WALK. 



Taking a walk in the garden, you see, 

With Pussy and Kitty for company. 

Hi, little Ned, the rooster is crowing. 

His greeting to you and your friends he is showing. 
Isn’t it pleasant, this beautiful day. 

To go out in the garden and frolic and play ? 



SICK 

Poor sick Sallie ! see her lie, 

Tho’ so bright and blue the sky, 

All alone upon her bed, 

With a sad pain in her head. 


SALLIE. 

But the dear mamma is near. 

Little reader, do not fear. 

And from her have come those flowers. 
To make bright the sick-room hours. 


FEEDING THE FISH. 

Little Mistress Susie, 

With her apron for a dish. 

Has paused here at the brook-side. 
To feed the pretty fish. 

The fish they are so hungry. 

They cannot wait a minute. 

But the bird has seen the apron. 
And stolen half that’s in it. 




JUST BEFORE YOU DO, 
DON’T.” 


YOU 


What do you think of that, 

O Mistress Pussie Cat? 

So many birdies you can see. 

From your hiding-nook in the apple tree. 
No wonder you crouch and stare. 

With your cruel eyes aglare. 

And think, no doubt, you miserable sinner. 
Of something nice in the line of dinner. 

But — birds have wings, you know, 

And before you spring below, 

The birds will all have flown away. 

And you’ll miss your wonderful dinner tc 


So Mistress Pussie Cat 
What will you think of that ? 



MAMIE AND THE BIRD. 

Y birdie, I love you ! please fly down, 

And I’ll put some salt on your tail so brown. 
And catch you, and carry you off to town. 

Bird : . 

My girlie, I love you ! but I prefer 
From this safe haven not yet to stir. 

And going to town I would rather defer. 


MOTHER’S THOUGHTS. 



Mother is sewing for baby to- 
night, 

O, baby, you darling, O ! 
Mother is thinking thoughts hap- 
py and bright. 

O, baby, you darling, O ! 
Thinking of future years. 
Praying they hold no tears, 
And for her child no fears ; 
Baby, m* dear ! 



Mother is mending for baby to- 
night, 

O, baby, you darling, O ! 

Baby will slumber till comes the 
day-light, 

O, baby, you darling, O ! 
Mother is full of love. 

True as the stars above. 

Sleep, Mother’s little 
dove, 

Sleep without fear. 


JAMIE AND THE WIND. 

A FROLiCKSOME wind came out one day. 

And blew our Jamie’s hat away. 

It blew it up, and blew it down. 

And nearly blew it out of town. 

And here and there poor Jamie ran. 

An out-of-breath, provoked young man ! 

The hat it dodged him here and there. 

Nor for poor Jamie seemed to care. 

The naughty wind at last relented. 

And of its wilful pranks repented. 

And Jamie, out of breath, at last 
Caught up his hat and held it fast. 




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